Bag of Love

To my relief, he grabbed a bag that was most important to me. It’s the one I was hoping to take with me. It carries all of my love, for him, for me, for everyone I know, for the earth and for our world. It was one of the bags I couldn’t just leave behind. He held it gingerly, looking into it, the light from inside the back shown on his face and he was smiling widely.

“This is what I am always looking for…”

“I hope it is enough”

“It’s “enough” whatever that means, but I know you are capable of more.”

I looked down at the grass, I knew he was right. I knew all of the times I came up short in my desire to live out the love he called me to.

He looked at me, “Don’t get nervous, this is just the beginning, as we move more things out it will create room for more love to move in. That’s why we are doing it together. You know where I say, ‘love one another as I have loved you’?”

“Yeah”

“I specifically say, ‘as I have loved you’ because you all need my love to truly get the real love required to love another. Does that make sense? I may have said it better the first time”

“No, I get you,” I laughed. “And I try, I do,”

“I know, he said hesitantly, “I see it, but I also see when you don’t and I also see how it bothers you after the fact. This whole thing is about sparing you all of the darkness that comes with running away from Love.”

“Do you realize what you are asking of me? It is total self-denial! It sounds great on paper but in practice it is not so easy!” I was actually getting a little annoyed. Look at my lovely bag, I wanted to say! It was glowing, it was bright and warm and I would have been perfectly happy to just take that bag and leave the rest behind, even some of the other bags of joy, I didn’t want to open all of the other ones! That just did not serve me, what was the point??

“Here, have some sharp cheddar cheese and I also brought some molasses cookies.” He offered.

“Oh, Jesus, you are a sly one!” I laughed.